Kiss the son before he becomes angry, and you die where you stand. Indeed, his wrath can flare up quickly. How blessed are those who take refuge in him. Psalm 2:12
The Hebrew word for ‘blessed’ is ‘esher’. Amplifying thus the way the text reads:
O the happiness of those who shelter in God.
Psalm 2 cycled through in my prayer-feed this morning. What struck me between the eyes was this last FACT in verse 12. Christians who rely on and trust the Lord in all their troubles and suffering are happy!
So what does that imply if I, a Christian, am not experiencing this kind of blessing or happiness?
Let’s look at this syllogistically:
All those who rely on God/shelter in God are happy.
I am not happy
Tf, I am not relying on God/sheltering in God
Boom. There it is. Pure logical deduction. Can’t escape it.
So, what do to do? What is the solution?
Christians know they can do absolutely nothing spiritually apart from Christ. But with Him, all things are possible! Straight from our Savior’s mouth to His disciples comes His gentle rebuke:
Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matt 19:26
Through His Word this morning, God reminded me that if I’m not content in Jesus today, then I am living out in the wilds, tossed here and there by the winds of circumstances.
With that Holy Spirit warning, I ran back to my Rock.
I’ll probably have to do that again THIS very day! Silly and senseless lamb that I am. But O the bliss of returning to my good Shepherd!
Bold words in this day and age, Maria. And yet absolutely true. Finding happiness or joy in anything else but God is essential idolatry. As our Husband he expects full fidelity, he will not share us with anything or anyone. Thanks for telling it like it is. “No one can serve both God and mammon.”
Thanks, Darlene. I needed to read this post today as well. What a true thought, about our infidelity toward our husband. I forget that Christ is indeed my husband and that not only am I thumbing my nose at him, but I’m letting down the rest of the collective bride, my brother and sisters, when I tarnish the value of being loved by such a husband.
Sweet and simple, Maria. But, oh, how I muck it all up w/ my flesh, let alone what the deceiver does in addition.
Amen to that, brother!